by The Kingpin » Fri Jul 08, 2011 10:33 pm
Andruil chuckled at the response, sighing. "Much to the amusement of those of us who know that fact" he said. Shiryaz fluttered overhead, leaping from branch to branch in his hunt for prey and search for threats, the always vigilant hawk never letting his guard down, fiery golden eyes always watching. Andruil reached for one of the satchels strapped to Furax, drawing a skin of water from it, removing the top from it and drinking, being careful to only take enough to sate his thirst, being conscious with water consumption now that that little situation had entered the equation. "You alright Vix? you seem a bit quiet" he asked after a few moments, noting she had been uncharacteristically quiet during his exchange with Arsenic...
amidst the booms of thunder and Septimus' thoughts, he had almost missed the hooting...
almost.
The Dragon froze, cocking his head slightly, his conch-like ears picking up the sound with eerie accuracy, the Dragon scanning psychically, searching for traces of other minds, being careful to avoid Desrium as he did so, not wanting the writhing mass of mental trauma to cloud his senses...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG